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" Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. "
Songs of the Church, Or, Hymns and Tunes for Christian Worship - Стр. 136
авторы: Charles Seymour Robinson - 1873 - Страниц: 417
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The Christian Year: Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holydays ...

John Keble - 1827 - Страниц: 398
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee1'. The Rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt...
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A Liturgy for the Use of the Church at King's Chapel in Boston: Collected ...

King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - Страниц: 438
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. 6 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 27. LM DODDRIDGE. ' Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.' 1 COME, our indulgent Saviour,...
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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship

1835 - Страниц: 476
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 578. LM WATTI. Sulvation by Christ. Ps. 85. 1 SALVATION is for ever nigh The souls that fear and trust...
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The Springfield Collection of Hymns for Sacred Worship

William Bourn Oliver Peabody - 1835 - Страниц: 426
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, How sweet to rest, Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Keble. 549. c. M. Evening Hymn. 1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me, This instant passing night ; And grant...
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Songs of the Free and Hymns of Christian Freedom

Maria Weston Chapman - 1836 - Страниц: 240
...all the flowers of hfe unfuld ; — Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest, thine own ark : Amid the howling wintry...
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The Young men's magazine, Объемы 1-2

British and foreign young men's society - 1837 - Страниц: 556
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Thou, Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark : Amid the howling wintry...
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The Ministry of Jesus Christ: Comp. and Arranged from the Four Gospels, for ...

Thomas Bayley Fox - 1837 - Страниц: 188
...not night if Thou be near : Oh may no earth-born clouds arise - To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Keble. " Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with UB by the way V— -Luke xxiv. 32. II....
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The Christian Year: Thoughts in Verse ...

John Keble - 1837 - Страниц: 442
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Evemny. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark : Amid the howling...
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Psalms and hymns for every Sunday in the year, as appointed to be sung in ...

1840 - Страниц: 52
...wearied eyelids gently steep ; Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Oh ! if some wand'ring child of Thine Have spurn'd, to day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious...
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The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred Poetry

Christian - 1840 - Страниц: 312
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark ; Amid the howling wintry...
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